A boy clad in orange stood alone in a field of grass. He made an odd symbol with his hands and then suddenly, there were many boys dressed in orange. They stood for a minute, gazing up at the full moon, until one of them spoke.
"It's time, believe it!" He shouted. As one, almost every head turned toward the boy who had spoken and stared at him oddly. Others, however, grinned.
"I'm looking forward to it, believe it!" One of the grinning boys said.
"This will be fun, believe it!" Said another.
"Blood will run high, believe it!" Said a third.
More and more of the orange clad boys began spouting random phrases such as these, until each and every one of them stiffened and let loose a low growl. Their eyes turned a bloody red, their fingernails sharpened and grew into claws, and their facial features sharpened and elongated. They each gave a feral grin, exposing their now sharp teeth, and chuckled deeply. They never stopped grinning, even as the animalistic boys began to literally rip each other's throats out.
It was at this point that a blonde boy wearing a blue night outfit shot up in bead with a strangled cry. He stood upon his shaking feet and dragged himself to the restroom where he splashed cold water onto his face. He took deep breaths and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
"What a terrible dream," the boy said. "I mean seriously, who says 'believe it' at the end of each sentence –ttebayo?"